Chapter 38 by Abbot & Natters

Sam's POV

"Carter, come in."

I hate having fair skin. My blush shows up much more easily that it would if I had Janet's complexion. I'm a professional. I can work with him.

"Excuse me a moment Olmas. Carter here."

"Have you seen the doc or Daniel recently?"

"They were heading towards the inn in the North quarter the last time I saw them with Keja sir."

"Isn't she the one that-"

"Yes sir."

"Oh. Are you sure that's a good idea Carter? Hell hath no fury, etc."

Nice of you to consider that now you…

"Janet is a professional sir. I'm sure she won't let her personal feelings interfere with the mission."

I flinch as the cold reply comes through.

"That's nice Major, but it wasn't the Doc I was thinking of. O'Neill out."

I should write a book. How to piss off your CO in two easy steps.

"Major Carter?"

It's Olmas. I feel sorry for her. She thought she was doing good when she and Hugh invited a team from the SGC to their ceremony.

"Sorry Olmas, I was just thinking."

"I understand. It is a great misfortune that your happiness must so cruelly shortened. Are the rules I have been told about, for everyone on your planet?"

"No. just people in the Military. And they are there for a good reason. They prevent favoritism, unethical promotions…"

"But you and Colonel O'Neill felt the same before you took part in the N'Tinevale ceremony. N'Tinevale does not create feelings, it merely prepares the female body by increasing hormones. It has been observed over the many thousands of circulations around our Star that those who are attracted to only one male, rather than all who are available, share a close bonding beforehand. It has been known for a woman to choose a new husband at the ceremony, as the true feelings for another is made clear."

"Olmas, I won't deny that I have been… attracted to the Colonel… for some time… but the N'Tinevale only affects the female who drinks it, right?"

"No. While it is true the hormones that are released will affect most men, if a true bonding occurs, it also shows significant affects on her mate."

"What do you mean, what affects?" I can feel my throat closing up again.

"A more… what is your word?… emotional bond is formed via the N'Tinevale. Daniel Jackson explained the concept of a honeymoon to several of my people at the ceremony. Where the newly bonded male and female spend much time together. Getting to know each other. Learning to accept the other's presence."

I have a really bad feeling about this.

"And this is similar on Yamyria?"

"Similar, yes. If more intense between an already bonded pair."

"More intense, how?"

"For example. If one is happy, the other is content."

"And if one partner is not happy?"

"Self doubt. Despair. Anguish. As I said, it creates a more emotional bond."

"So, what one feels, the other feels."

"Essentially yes. Although it is often barely noticeable by each of the pair involved."

"Is there any way to reverse the emotional effects?"

"They are to ensure a nurturing environment for the Sparel."

"Olmas? Please?"

My heart drops into my stomach as she shakes her head sadly. "Unless a new choice is made, the emotional bond remains."

I don't know where that Murphy guy is, but I'm going to hunt him down and kill him. Slowly. Painfully. And permanently.

Daniel's POV

We're sitting there in the inn, and Janet's glaring at Keja. The native girl either didn't notice, or didn't care. I mean, no pretenses now. This looks like it'll be resolved in a pit of Jello. Or maybe pudding. I don't say anything, of course. The exchanges are terse between the two- Janet being aggressive and bitchy, Keja just taking it with a laugh. The stew is plenty good, though.

Janet is eating slowly, starring daggers at Keja. She is warming up to me, though. By which I means she's using every part of her body to grind up against me. She's taking great pleasure in teasing me, and taunting Keja at the same time. Kinda sadistic, I suppose...but that's women for you. You'd think that having two women fight over you would be pretty cool, but it isn't. Especially when you only want to be with one of them.

SG-1 SG-1 SG-1

Janet's POV

"Doctor Frasier? Are you well?" asks Keja with that fakely sweet tone that makes me want to scratch her eyes out.

"I'm fine."

"She's right Janet, you look… flustered."

"Daniel," I growl his name in warning as he stops his covert massage, but then he leans in closely and I can't resist those lips another second. God he tastes great. Like a cappuccino with cranberries on the side.

"Uhh."

I love the way he gets all speechless like that after my kisses.

"Doc! Daniel! There you are. Where are your radios?"

I look up to see a furious Colonel O'Neill storming towards us. He's kinda cute when he's all riled up like this. But Daniel's better. The Colonel's got that bad boy thing going for him though.

"Jack. Uhh. Radio?"

"Yes Danny-boy. You know those things we use to check in with each other every twenty minutes?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Sorry Jack. I must have dialed down the volume."

I can't hide my smug grin. He didn't even notice when I did that.

"Colonel?" comes Sam's voice over the radio. She sounds worried and the Colonel immediately replies. Typical. Oh well. I've got my very own archaeologist to keep me company.

"Carter? You okay?"

"What's your location sir?"

"I'm at the inn with Danny-boy and the Doc. Are you okay?"

"Could you meet me in the square in five sir?"

"Carter?"

"Please."

"I'll be there in three."

He may be a hardass at times, but Jack O'Neill is nothing if not predictable when it comes to do with Sam.

"Daniel. Doc. Meet us at the square in twenty minutes."

"But J-"

"Ahh! Daniel. I don't want to hear it. Twenty minutes," he calls as he practically runs out the door.

"Finally," I sigh and swoop down for another kiss.

Daniel's POV

Keja vanished the instant the Colonel appeared. I mean...gone. Off like a shot. The only trace of her was a half-finished glass of that juice. Janet was on me the instant Jack left, too. Nearly knocked me off my chair, throwing her arms around me and pressing her tongue into my mouth. I hadn't seen her this excited...well, ever. Not even that night I got the handcuffs...

Before I know it, she has me by the shirt collar, and she's dragging me upstairs. The locals are gone, and she's gone insane. Step by step, she drags me. She's giggling, enjoying herself. I feel...woozy. Woozy but good. Well, at least I know her limits, then. Six days without sex and she goes off the wall. Before I know it, the world is spinning, and I'm on a bed with her on top of me.